Mostly Depressing Poetry

Used (Explicit)

Warning this is one of my more explicit poems.. So if you don't like swearing.. Please skip. This also deals with subjects of being used/abused.. So yeah..

How does it feel?

Knowing you were there for someone,

But only for their pleasure?

They didn't actually care.

Nor did they ever.

They just wanted you for their own desires.

How does that make you feel?

Cause it made me feel like shit.

I felt bad enough about everything in my life,

Only to let her guilt trip.

It would break me, change me, and fuck up my thoughts.

I don't think my friends ever knew the extent of the relationship,

But they knew something was wrong.

If they had investigated, they would of realized this shit.

But I didn't talk about it.

I was on this sinking ship.

She made me feel like I didn't deserve shit.

Made it to where she was the only person I could so much as look at,

And the only person with whom I sat.

I was fucking used.

I was fucking abused.

Mentally and physically.

That shit gets to me.

I feel bad for the poor souls that enter her grasp,

Cause once you do,

She'll fucking suffocate you.

Make you feel like your worthless,

That you need her to live.

That you must please her as if she were a fucking god.

Just please fucking leave!

She won't leave my thoughts.

I try harder and harder,

But the pain that she brought,

It's making it harder for me to forget.

Making it harder for me to forgive.

I don't think I'll ever fucking love again.

But if I can...

Please...

Whoever is out there,

Willing to take this poor broken hearted soul,

Please just promise you'll care.

Don't fucking use me.

Don't fucking abuse me.

I promise we'll both be happy...